Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty Four.
Word count - 2,798
Warnings - Graphic violence
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“Wake up, you pig bitch. Wake up properly, that’s it. I want you to be fully aware of everything I’m going to do to you. Who’s in charge now, huh, white devil?”
Thrashing wildly, she just about managed to land a foot in Uzoma’s crotch, trying to spit out the cloth that was stuffing her mouth, screaming through the muffle, panic flooding her when she realised her wrists were cuffed.
Her wrists were cuffed.
She was on a bed.
No. Not again.
“I will enjoy every last second of this.” Punching her hard in the eye, his hands then grasped around her throat, one slipping to open her shorts. “Maybe I choke you too, huh? Slap you awake again when you pass out, like this.” Hitting her hard across the face, the sting smacked her cheek. “But first, I take the part of you I will ruin before I slit your throat.”
Panic, rage and horror flooded her wildly as she thrashed against him, his hand intruding into her shorts, trying to tug them down and defend himself from her kicks at the same time, Ayo standing in the corner, looking like he was enjoying every moment of it, but at the same time, his face was passive, like he’d seen it a million times before. It was his eyes that glittered with interest.
No. She couldn’t let this happen to her twice.
It wouldn’t either, for it took just two moments between her brain paralysing her legs in fear and the door flying open for Tyler to appear, Oba behind him. Ayo made a run towards him, gun primed, but he wasn’t quick enough. He also didn’t bank on the stone-cold effectiveness of a man whose beloved had been taken from him, Tyler shooting him straight between the eyes without a flicker of hesitation. No one harmed his Lil.
Turning his attention towards Uzoma, Liliya had never witnessed rage like it, azure blue eyes locked upon him, venom pulsing, Tyler eyeing him with all the danger and power of a lion about to strike a helpless gazelle. “You’re in trouble now.”
Those words, delivered in little more than a quiet rumble, were the precursor to Uzoma being clutched around his neck and literally thrown against the wall, Tyler advancing on him to repeatedly administer his boot into his stomach, ribs and face. “I’d threaten you here, tell you that if you harm a hair on her head again, all this and more would befall you, but I won’t. You touched her once, that’s all it took. Now you’ll die for it.”
While Tyler continued to kick the life out of him, Oba assisted Liliya, pulling the scarf from her mouth, watching her point at Ayo’s body. “Cuff keys. In his front pocket.”
Scattering back, he turned his former boss’s cadaver over, fishing in the swathes of denim until his fingers met the cold metal, taking them out and rushing to unlock the cuffs. “Are you alright, can I do anything?” He was surprised when the first thing she did was put her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“You saved me, you didn’t have to go and fetch Tyler, but you did. Go and pack your things, quickly. We’re taking you with us.” He smiled and nodded, racing from the room, Liliya swinging her feet down and taking a few deep breaths before she stood up, Tyler still kicking a by now very bloody and battered Uzoma.
Seeing her stand out of the corner of his eye, he ceased, moving to her in an instant. “Do you want to do it, or shall I?” Even so fuelled by blind rage, he hadn’t wanted to stop until he’d literally kicked the life from the man who’d attempted to rape the love of his life, he knew Liliya was the kind of woman who might want the chance to do so herself.
Wordlessly, she pulled his knife from the carry case on his belt, flicking it open before walking to Uzoma. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him onto his back, straddling him to crouch just above his chest.
“I will show you no fear,” he gasped, face mangled, blood pouring from his mouth.
“I don’t care what you will or won’t show me. The only thing I am interested in is watching the light fade from your eyes. I am only regretful that I couldn’t make you suffer longer.” Pressing the knife down over his heart, she forced it through his chest, Uzoma grunting his last breaths ragged and laboured as Liliya watched, face completely devoid of emotion, waiting for his eyes to fix in the glaze of death.
“You had it coming.” Spitting in his face, she then stood up, wiping the knife on his shirt before returning it to Tyler, letting out a long sigh as he put his arms around her.
“Are you alright?” He knew the tremors he felt wracking her back had nothing to do with alcohol withdrawal. As soon as he’d focused upon her after killing Ayo, he’d seen the terror in her eyes.
“I am at the moment. Adrenaline helps, but I doubt I will be when it hits me properly,” she told him, kissing the centre of his chest.
“I’ll be right there when it does. Come on, brave girl. We need to move. Love you,” he spoke, kissing her head. He knew it would have brought back a world of trauma for her, being cuffed to a bed, Uzoma’s intent just as barbaric as what had happened to her just over four and a half years ago. All he could do was be her rock when it did hit her fully.
“I love you too. You’re right, let’s get the fuck out of here. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” They made a start to leave the room, Liliya suddenly pausing, taking her phone from her back pocket and snapping a picture of Ayo’s corpse. “We will have his entire crew after us once they find the bodies. We may need leverage along the way and there is one person who will likely give us that, should we need assistance.”
“Precisely. Although I hope we don’t need to.” It went very much without saying that their trust was at zero in capacity at that moment, running from the scene and collecting their belongings before wading through the water, Oba appearing with a sack slung over his back, ammo around his body and an AK-47 over his shoulder.
“Grenade?” Liliya asked, suddenly heaving.
“I’ll go. You get your throwing up in before we have to move quickly.”
“Causing a distraction?” Oba asked, Liliya nodding before turning to vomit. She retched a couple more times, managing another deposit before catching her breath, Tyler running from the bathroom just before an almighty boom sounded, the grenade blowing through the water to the side of the compound.
Looking around the wall, Oba made a motion with his hand that the way was clear, watching the gate guards run off. “Go, now. Open the gate, I’ll bring the pickup around. I swiped Ayo’s keys.”
They carefully moved out from the cover of the building, Tyler providing the armed cover while Liliya waded over to the gate, pulling the sliding bar across to facilitate the huge structure to part, opening inwards and offering the perfect cover for them to hide behind, Oba driving the Mitsubishi around.
Throwing their bags in the back, Tyler sat up front while Lilya took the rear of the double seated cab, “Luckily this one has a full tank. He doesn’t use it much, even less now.” Oba snorted, laughing softly and looking relieved. He was free, at last. Sadly, he and his new friends were not clear, though.
Liliya saw them first, opening her window and taking aim, peppering the oncoming men who ran after them from the compound with bullets, ducking when one appeared over the perimeter wall, tattooing the side of the pickup with a hail of machine gun fire. Oba jammed the gears into third, making the engine work hard to get through the water, the huge wheels sliding as the churned-up mud beneath the water offered little in the way of traction.
“Come on, do not get stuck now!” He hissed, his heart leaping against his ribcage. “Liliya, if you feel sick, I have packed refuse bags for you to use. Easier than a bucket when we are on the move.” She hadn’t even thought of that. Oba was, as ever, hugely resourceful. She felt more compelled to bring the fire fight in that moment, the remaining men running back, likely to retrieve a vehicle in order to give chase.
“I propose we avoid the main drag, lose them in the side roads. It will mean we have to go slower because the drainage is always poorer, but we will hopefully remain out of sight from any of Ayo’s crew out and about. Those vehicles you are looking for are the white and green pickup trucks. They’ll be together too, easier to spot,” he told Tyler, swinging left down a small street that was utterly flooded out.
“Where are we headed?”
“The border. If we can cross into Benin tonight, it would be better than remaining within Nigeria. Either way, my former crew will likely not give up without a fight as soon as they realise Ayo is dead. He always told them to watch out for me leaving, I know that he did, hence the guards now giving chase without knowing of what we did. My life truly was not my own there. Thanks to you two, it now is.” He smiled, reaching to grip Tyler’s shoulder before turning again, the truck splashing through the labyrinth of side roads. “This way, we get to higher ground also. The main streets are all low lying.”
“How you doing back there, baby?”
“Okay for now.” She spoke much too soon, not having time to retrieve a bag from Oba’s sack and instead, opting to hang out of the window to vomit instead. “Alright, that has to be my stomach empty now. If I can just dry heave for a while, I will take that.” Reaching over the seat, he pressed his hand to thigh, Liliya stroking his forearm as he smiled at her.
“Imagine the stories we’ll have to tell the kid one day, huh?”
“We will have to censor about seventy percent!” Those words made him laugh softly, agreeing that was the truth. He was glad to see her smiling, even amidst the perilous situation they were a part of, after what had almost happened to her as well. She was fighting to hold herself together and once she came down, it’d likely hit her hard. He’d be there to help her landing be as soft as possible, though.
“Oba, they just turned around the last bend they took. The guy who guards the gates is hanging out of the window, people must be telling him which way we went,” she spoke after checking behind the truck, seeing the front of a white one coming into view, the unmistakable smiley face t shirt she’d noticed the gate guard wearing earlier catching her eye.
“We need to lose this vehicle, but fuck, it is perfect to get through this flooding. I am in a quagmire, friends. Do we proceed, or go on foot?” he asked, turning again and hitting a patch well drained, flooring it and speeding down the streets, women shouting at him as he splashed them.
“Keep the truck, you’re right it is perfect. Lil and I can shoot at them as soon as they gain any real ground upon us.” Oba nodded, turning again. They hit a lucky break with another relatively clear street, but of course, this meant their tail would too, the white pickup gaining on them.
Tyler readied himself, loading a new clip into the AK he held, rolling down the window. “You take the right, I’ll go left.” Liliya nodded, moving back to behind Oba, pulling herself out of the window and taking aim. While Tyler attempted to take out the driver, Liliya had another target in mind, firing directly at the engine without pause. If the radiator blew, they had no transport.
“Keep straight, Oba.” He called back into the vehicle, firing continuously until finally, his effort paid off. The driver succumbing to the hail of bullets, ploughed off the road into a building, the car totalled.
“You are a mean shot as ever, big man,” Liliya praised him leaning over the seat and kissing him, Oba offering a fist bump.
For that moment, they were unpursued, free to put as much distance as they could between themselves and Lagos. Once out of the main drag of the downtown area, they stopped to stock up on provisions, hitting the road once more.
While they travelled, Liliya made good use of the bags, wondering if once she’d gotten to a week, her sickness might calm down more. Six days in and it was reducing, but still, she suffered. She’d read that it could be up to two weeks, but that some people began to find their stomachs settle after the first seven days of dying out. As she threw up again in the refuse bag, she prayed it would be the latter.
“You’re shaky,” she observed later as they drove through the evening, Oba taking a nap in the back, the sun a giant, red ball upon the horizon. It was truly beautiful.
“I haven’t had a drink today. As soon as I can, I’m stopping the pills too. It isn’t fair that you go through all of this and I remain as someone with dependency issues. It’s time I pulled my head out of my arse.” He looked across at her fleetingly, noting the expression of worry on her face.
“Are you sure that now is the right time? From the booze alone, we’re talking a period of up to two weeks for the nausea to stop. Mix that with opioid withdrawal and honestly, you’re going to be putting yourself through hell,” she reminded him, Tyler squeezing her hand where it rested on his forearm.
“I’ve been cutting my dosages down, so I think I should be able to hack it. I’ve looked into it and I’m looking at a week of suffering, so if we can hole up in a hotel somewhere so I can dry out, then I should be okay to continue travelling only suffering the less hellish side effects of withdrawal.”
As she topped up her fluids, glugging back one of the many bottles of water they’d stopped to purchase, she remained unconvinced. It must have showed, too. “You know, I thought I could at least count on you, my girlfriend of all people, to support my decision.” He muttered dryly.
“I do support you,” she began.
“Yeah? Tell your face that.”
“Tyler, I’m just not sure you’ve thought this through, how sick you’re going to be. What if we have to move on while you’re halfway through withdrawal? Can you even do it without medical assistance?” She asked, wanting to be rational in the face of what she considered to be a very gung-ho attitude.
“At the dose I’m on now, it’s doable.” Was he kidding himself, she wondered? Perhaps in denial over it so he could forge ahead and tackle ceasing the habit head on? It made her feel a little guilty too, knowing it was her he was doing it for. Her and the baby. He’d surprisingly been okay on a lower dose so far, but stopping entirely would be a completely different matter.
“I just...” She paused, thinking carefully. “I have faith in you, I’m here for you, but I don’t want you to rush yourself through a process that might not be definable by a definite time period, when truly, time is what we might not have. Maybe it might be better to wean yourself, make it more gradual, so you don’t crash headlong into the ravages of withdrawal.”
He tilted his head slightly and shrugged, a tactic Liliya recognised he resorted to when he knew he was wrong, but wasn’t ready to admit to it. She left it, taking advantage of a moment of not feeling like death warmed up as she continued to sip her water, looking out over the horizon.
He was being cavalier because of what she knew he feared most; being an addict still when the baby was born. Tyler was utterly hellbent on being a better father this time around, so much so that listening to reason wasn’t on his wavelength. By the time he did begin the process though, he’d soon wish that it had of been.
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One word, delivered firmly by the object of your desire after he’s followed you along the narrow hallway leading to the bar’s restrooms. One word is all it takes to turn your insides to wildfire.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no, you don’t get to give me the kind of looks you’ve been giving me all evening and then walk away in here without me.”
“Whether I want you or not, it would seem,” you can’t help but tease, watching him as he raises his eyebrows, approaching you slowly, leaning in close to your ear.
“We both know you want me.”
The energy between you crackles, the spark ignited as you stare at once another intensely for all of two seconds, your mouths meeting in a hungry clash. It might not be the most ideal of places, Chris taking your hands and breaking your kiss for long enough to drag you backwards, checking the way is clear before pulling you into the restrooms, corralling you into the free stall.
“I might know you want me, but fuck, baby, you have no idea how much I want you,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours.
“I think I might have some inclining.” He croaks out a husky laugh as your hand presses to his erection. “Is this for me, hmm?”
“Oh yeah. Every last inch.”
Your kisses are consuming, urgent, borne of the fire stirred within as you grapple with his belt, his short beard scratching at your lips, his teeth crushing against your tongue as you free his cock, squeezing it as he lifts you.
Yanking your undies aside, with a simple drop, he impales you on that hot, thick hardness, filling you deeply, his hands clasping your thighs as he holds you, spread wide, hips driving against you like a piston from the get go.
He’s uncontained within you, his cock arrowing into you so deeply you can’t help wail, his mouth silencing you with another molten kiss, your breaths ragged as your chests heave in exertion.
Your hips roll deliciously against each of his upward thrusts, ensnaring his slippery length, reaching up to the stall he fucks you against and clinging onto the partition, your legs tightening around his waist. Oh, what this man ignites within you. Your connection burns brighter than anything you’ve ever known
The pleasure begins to wind tightly in your core, coiling as you clench around him, his cock driving into you harder to overcome that slick grip around his length, mouth at your neck as he pants raggedly, those moans…deep, barbarous, all alpha. Just like him.
It’s uncontained, feral passion, his huge, hard body shunting against yours deliciously, his very size so overpowering, mouth returning to yours in a kiss that is all unbridled want. He feels impossibly heavy within, your dewy little hole stretched to capacity around the furiously delivered intrusion of girthy heat.
The way he looks at you too, while voraciously ploughing into you, you could drown in that look, the intensity unmatched, the way his eyes look inky blue, darkened with all the lust you’ve stirred with him, his heart hammering against your breast as his teeth nip at your jaw, neck, and clavicles, arousal fogging his mind as your body is battered against the partition.
The frenzy takes over, both of you now uncaring about being heard, groaning loudly as your bodies flush with fever, coiling tighter, glowing brighter, his hips driving against you like a machine as the pleasure snaps and he loses himself to your fluttering warmth, soaking wet sparks dragging from you as he releases his load, gripped by the jaws of nirvana.
As far as date night’s go, being fucked in the restroom after teasing him with sensual glances for the last two hours, is a pretty good way to round it off.
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